Hermione woke in the comfort of her bed at home, although it was nothing to her bed at Hogwarts it was her own and she liked it. She heard the familiar sound of an owl tapping at her window. She groggily got out of bed and let the owl in, it held out its leg obediently as Hermione untied the letter. The owl then took off out the window, Hermione wished it didn't have to go, it was Harry's owl Hedwig and she was a very beautiful snowy owl. She untied the letter and read:

Dearest Hermione,

We Hope that you are having fun with your parents. We all miss you so much all ready. Life here at the Manor is bliss, except that we have to do all the chores. I don't know how parents cope. Can you come and have dinner with us on Sunday night? Well we hope to hear from you soon

All my love,

Draco

She smiled her giddy smile, she was totally head over heels in love with Draco Malfoy and she hated even being separated from him. She decided to ask her parents straight away. She went downstairs into the kitchen where she knew they would be.

"Hey Dad" She said walking into the kitchen and over to the fridge. When he didn't reply she turned around to stare at him, his head was in his hands so she couldn't see what expression he wore, but when he finally spoke his voice was shaky.

"Your m-mother..." He managed so say before rattling in a deep shaky breath that chilled Hermione to the bones, "Sh-She's dead"

"She's what?" Hermione gasped.

"She w-went out this morning to buy you a present and sh-she had a car a-accident" He stuttered.

"No, this can't be happening" said quietly.

"Well it did" He replied just as quietly, and then a change came over him.

"AND ITS ALL YOUR FAULT YOU STUPID, SPOILT STUCK UP BITCH" He roared at her, she gasped and took off out of the room, but halfway up the stairs he caught her.

"Oh no you don't" He said shortly and then he hit her right in the face, she screamed out in pain, her nose was broken she was sure of it. Her father didn't stop there though; he grabbed hair and pulled her up the stairs to her bedroom. Once he shut the door, he grinned maliciously.

"Did you know...?" He started before punching her in the stomach.

"Now you have stolen my wife..." He slapped her across the face, all the while tears pouring down her cheeks.

"From me..." He kicked her in the back and she fell to the floor begging him to stop.

"Your mother used to beg too..." He stated clearly, she gasped as he yanked her head back by her hair.

"Don't beg..." He said before slapping her again.

"It's..." slap.

"Weak" slap.

"You will regret that you were ever born" He said clearly before bashing her head against the wall, knocking her unconscious, her body slumped against the wall bleeding in many places. Satisfied he smirked before snapping her wand in half and locking up all her magical items.

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When Hermione woke up she was engulfed in darkness. She was in severe pain, and she struggled to remember why, then all the memories of that morning hit her. Her mother was dead and her father had taken it out on her. She broke down into a sobbing heap, unable to stop for hours.

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She gingerly tried to stand but her strength had disappeared, she slumped back down again. It was at that moment that she realized she wasn't in her bedroom any more. She was sitting on a cold concrete floor, she struggled to see around her, but she saw was blackness. She started crawling slowly around looking for something to help her stand. She felt a brick wall; she stood and steadied herself against it, cold sweat mingling with old tears. She felt a draught from somewhere to her right and she slowly limped towards it. It turned out to be coming from under a door. When she tried the door she was surprised to see that it was unlocked, when she opened it she found that she was in her own house. She had been thrown in the basement. She crept forward into the bathroom and found the light switch, she was afraid to look in the mirror but she needed to do this. As she saw herself she let out a gasp, her face was a mixture of purple, yellow, blue and green and she had barely any normal skin colour left. Her lip was split and still bleeding, but her nose was a mess, it was crooked and there was a mixture of dry, crusty blood and blood still flowing out of her nose.

She then took off her clothes and hopped into the shower. The water was painful on her skin but she cleaned herself up. Her stomach was also very bruised and she had several bruises on her arms and legs. She got out and dried herself.

Why don't I just run away She thought to herself.

Because you think he will stop but he wont

Of course he will stop, he was just angry because his wife died

She broke down, she hadn't really thought about what it all meant, her own mother was dead and her father was right it was her fault.

Everything is my fault It's my fault my dad beat me up, everything is my fault, I hate life. She sat there leaning against the bathroom wall sobbing her heart out, she felt she had nothing left. The world had taken everything from her.

Draco She though, if he found out he would murder my father.

"No one can ever know" She finalized out loud.

"That's right" Said a cold voice from the door.